Sometimes I think I’m not beautiful enough
I tuck my insecurities under my tongue
Recite this western rhetoric like my ppl made it
Sometimes I’m ashamed
I wish that I could say what ppl feel
I’m just as afraid
Sometimes I hate the color of my skin
Not because it’s too dark
It’s not dark enough
Sometimes I want to paint my insides black
Tan lines diminish my history
Sometimes I want to stop writing
But there is still a truth I’m scribbling to find
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